𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 #minho

04

Teresa had ended up finding an abandoned mall, and despite Y/N's warnings, they still entered. Y/N shivered in the darkness, on high alert. There would be cranks everywhere in this place. It was only a matter of time before they came out of hiding.

"Guys, we should leave. We shouldn't be here." Y/N said again, but she was ignored like last time; everybody was too focused on Thomas. Minho turned on a flashlight, looking around. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Y/N's head turning from side to side like she was looking for something. She seemed on edge, and every little sound drew her finger closer to the trigger.

"Alright, so what's the plan?" Newt inquired, making Y/N realize she had unintentionally blocked out Thomas' explanation. "You have a plan, right?"

"Yeah, I don't know." Thomas shook his head, swaying from side to side.

"Well, we followed you out here, Thomas. And now you're  that you have no idea where we're going or what we're doing." Newt looked at Thomas in disbelief, raising his voice slightly. It echoed around the abandoned building, startling Y/N.

"Wait. Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army." Aris said, sparking Thomas' memory.

"The Right Arm. The Right Arm. If they're really against WICKED,  they can help us."

"People in the mountains. Mountain people. That's your plan?" Newt deadpanned, unimpressed.

"It's the only chance we have."

"Guys, why are we debating over this when we could ask the person who's been here the longest? Not in the maze, but in the Scorch and with WICKED." Teresa piped up, gesturing towards Y/N.

"Y/N, is there any safe place we can stay? Even for a few nights?" Thomas asked, gripping her shoulders.

"Woah, calm down. You're scaring her. She's going to end up putting a bullet through your skull." Minho pulled Thomas back just in case Y/N accidentally shot. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she slightly relaxed, which didn't go unnoticed by Newt.

"I know a place. And I might know someone who can get you to the Right Arm." Y/N muttered, her eyes darting around.

"Hey, guys, look at this." Winston pointed at sets of footsteps imprinted in the soft sand, "Someone's been down here."

The group cautiously walked through the dark building, a single torch their only sense of light. Y/N was even jumpier than before, almost bumping into Winston on several occasions. Winston glanced at her, noticing the thin sheen of sweat on her face and the way her hands trembled.

"Guys," He called out, "I think something's up with Y/N."

"Go ahead. I'll take care of her." Teresa offered.

"Can you feel them too?" Y/N whispered, her grip tightening on the gun. "They're here, waiting."

"Feel what?"

"The cranks." Y/N sharply inhaled as she nervously followed after the boys.

"Looks like people lived here." Minho lifted a pair of jeans, observing them.